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Here’s the tea: it’s illegal most places, duh, but Nevada’s got legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, fancy as hell, $1,000 a pop! I’m like, who’s got that cash? Not me, pal! This chick’s street-level, tho—raw, unfiltered, like Tarr’s long-ass takes. Made me happy, weirdly—somethin Ascot—freedom, baby! No rules, just chaos. Angry? Yeah, when she ghosted me mid-chat—rude! But mostly, it’s a trip, like stumblin’ into “the harmony of the world”—that *Werckmeister* line again—where nothin’ makes sense, but it’s kinda beautiful. So, findin’ a prostitute? Sketchy, thrilling, and way more human than you’d think—go figure!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this guy trying to parallel park on a busy street. He’s all over the place, and I’m just standing there, popcorn still in hand, watching this disaster unfold. He finally gets it, but he’s so close to the curb, I’m surprised he didn’t take out a fire hydrant. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, how hard is it to park, dude?

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